The 9 Kinds Of Drunk People

It's a Friday night and you're going out on the town. Friends are meeting up, bars are packed, and drinks are flowing to celebrate the end of the work week. Inevitably, you're bound to run into all kinds of drunk people. Here are 9 different types of drunks; if you can't think of someone who fulfills that role, it's probably you.

1. The uncontrollable party animal

The party doesn't really start until this person walks in, and the party is usually long over before this person gets over their desire to rage. Time sure flies when you're having fun, but this person never wants the fun to end--even though it may be 5 in the morning. They're just looking for the next party to hit.

2. The emotional drunk

This person just has "so many feelings!!" that they can't contain themselves. Add some alcohol to the mix and you've got yourself a full-on waterworks show. You can't blame them. They just want to bake a cake of rainbows and smiles that everyone could eat and be happy...

3. The fighter

"LET'S GO. YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDE?" This person is ready to fight anyone in a 5 foot radius. Fists are up and out, trash talk is the only means of communicating. Watch out for this person; it doesn't matter who you are because they came to the bar with the intent of fighting someone.

4. The drunkies with the munchies

The only reason this person went out in the first place was to get food on the way home. Everyone knows food tastes better when you're drunk, and this is the high that gets this person through life. Taco Bell, Cookout, Pizza Hut--watch out. This person is ravenous and wants food NOW. Most likely has at least five delivery places on speed dial.

5. The drunk child

Drunk baby syndrome is a real thing. The drunker this person gets, the more incoherent, incompetent and incapable they become. You have to carry their wallet, phone and any other belonging they brought with them or they're gone for good. They don't know their limit and they always need to have a babysitter. Not a good person to be.

6. The wanderer

This person will disappear constantly no matter how hard you try to keep eyes on them. One second they're next to you, and the next second they're gone. Go ahead and link up location services on their phone, because nine times out of ten, they'll be lost by the end of the night.

7. The philosopher

Everyone else at the party is chatting about their lives while this person is sitting with a few "like-minded peers" talking about big life topics. Life, death, politics, the solar system, ghosts--it's endless. Their philosophy is enough to make the drunkest person lose their buzz. Avoid this person at all costs; they'll probably be hanging out with the stoners against the wall anyways.

8. Sloppy drunk

Watch out for this person--keep a safe distance unless you want beer spilled on your outfit. This person is similar to the drunk child, but instead of becoming sick and incoherent, they discovery their sleazy wild side. They'll twerk on anything that stays still for more than 30 seconds and will inevitably attempt to go home/bring home a person they met out that night.

9. The self-destructor

The self-destructor is the peanut butter to the party animal drunk's jelly. They'll team up and do anything for a good time. Shots? Okay. Dares? You got it. Texts to their ex, to their moms, to the cute guy from Spanish class--it's a loss of complete self-control. The self-destructor will most likely wake up the next morning and think "Shit. I hate myself." They will also most likely do it again the next weekend.

To the guy that shot my brother...

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

23 Things That ~Barely~ Run Through A Girl's Mind During Her First Workout In, Like, Forever

It's the beginning of the semester and that means half of the students on campus have decided that we are going to go back to the gym after their workout routine fell through last semester. It's been months since we've stepped foot in the gym, but we are ready to attack it and get fit. That is until we get there and start going.

1. How did I get to the gym? Didn't I walk here? That should count as exercise

2. Why am I here?

3. Are these clothes tighter than they were last time?

4. Why is every single machine full? What am I supposed to do?

5. Is everyone looking at me?

6. I can't remember where anything is here

7. Okay, I am going to set this at the easiest level

8. Can I go home yet?

9. Is 3 minutes long enough? No, darn it.

10. How many calories have I burned? Only 10 are you kidding me!

11. Why is everyone else here going so hard? I look like a slacker

12. I am so sweaty right now

13. Maybe I should get a smoothie as a reward for working out

14. I am literally dying right now. I am about to drop dead

15. Only 5 more minutes to go. I've got this!

16. I don't got this

17. Why do people come here every day?

18. Last minute I'm going to go so hard right now

19. Just kidding that two seconds was good enough. I'm going to cool down for the last 58

20. Hallelujah, praise Jesus, I am done!

21. I am so tired

22. My body is so sore

23. I can't believe I have to walk home now. I've already done my exercising for the day